There is a secret I’ve been harboring (yes, another one). I’ve been having an emotional affair with sumac. Not any particular sumac. Just sumac in general. I didn’t mean to. It just sort of happened. What started as fascination, quickly blossomed into something much more serious. Once I brought out my camera, it was clear this was not a casual relationship. Please try not to think any less of me. I make this public confession as a first step toward my healing process. What follows is a photo-medley journaling my liaison over the past year.
Thank you for hearing me out. And thank you to all those who have stood by me during this obsession that has plagued me. I think primarily of Bubba who has stood by me, literally, waiting for me to take yet another photo of a sumac. He never complains, just waits while I find just the right angle. He would, I’m sure, appreciate my mentioning that he has a particularly good eye for a photo opportunity, and has no problem swerving off the road and turning the car around to capture it! What a guy!
Peace . . .